Cask Of Poverty Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Cask Of Poverty



I reap what's left to me
in the cask of poverty.

It was a cask of wine
originally
filled to the brim and
bursting.
- scenting

Now
I take the remnant
as in a will
order!
have to be content.

Sunday, January 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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